From fault to fault the Stupid God's endorsed
Unerring seems to chart a jagged course
Through which he steers with no hint of remorse,
And him his cronies, gathered 'round, do cheer,
Even as they cannot help but hear
The cries of those who've been wronged, far and near,
Through all the deeds they've done while given grace
By Stupid God to hold exalted place
While sprayed-on orange coats the wrinkled face
Of that small-handed one Stupid God chose.
It's all too clear how such a one arose
And clearer daily what threat he does pose,
But all unclear is how much we can do
To right the wrong he is, that many rue.
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